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Apr 2019
Never confess your wrong doing
Never tell her your rough-booing
Or about the ***** past that keep-on pur-suing
Or else your hope for a new-dawn will all ruin
Let me tell you my love history
And how my honesty turns mystery
I told my love all I hath
I told her all my heart
Trembling cold, in ghastly fears.
All my bad past during my past'n years
She listen with ah drastic ear
The sound of her broken heart 's like a plastic chair
Immediately I 'm done arranging my words in verse
She waits till I 'm done with this rehearse
Ah! she did depart!
She depart without a broken heart
She don't mind my past or my weary depth
No sign of disappointment; ah! She did not regret
she never complain or tell me that I'm too abstruse
Like she 's been waiting for such excuse
Soon after she was gone from me, another man came by,
Silently, invisibly; and took her away with sigh.
Abdullateef Moshood
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Abdullateef Moshood  31/M/Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
(31/M/Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria)   
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